Epilogue

Epilogue

Kaila, four years later

I t's amazing what could happen in the span of a few years. My life could not be better. I'm married to my one true love and not only have we blended our hearts, but our businesses were now one, too. The bookstore owner and her ex-con tattoo artist. A few months after my grand opening, Diesel bought the building next to mine and moved his tattoo shop next door. For our wedding, we bought a sweet four-bedroom home and some land for room to grow our family just outside of Savannah. We have the best of both worlds, country and city.

I giggled to myself every time I thought about how unlikely we were to make a match according to all the naysayers. But we made it work and work well.

My brother and Diesel finally mended their broken friendship, and now I can't pull them out of the garage on Sundays. It's all motorcycle this and car motor that. And five days out of the week he visited with my dad after hours, learning the art of carpentry. My man was multi-passionate and his family topped that chart. It took a while to win my dad over, but he finally came around. Diesel made sure of it. My mother proved to be a different story but, hey, that's life. She loved the grandbaby though, so there was that.

Speaking of, he was due to wake for his afternoon feeding any minute, and I just spied the last customer leaving the shop.

"Hey, Mom. Can you watch the baby for a minute?"

Never try to fool the people who have been where you are. She turned a smirk on me and waved me off. "Go be with your husband for a while. I'll watch the baby."

I kissed her on the cheek and mozied over to the tattoo parlor. Seeing everyone was either out to lunch or gone for the day, I slipped into the back room.

"Got time for a quickie?"

Diesel looked up from a drawing he had spread out on a large table and grinned. The love of the best man in the world stared back at me, and my heart fell for him all over again.

"Always for you." I fell into his opened arms and melted my curves to the hard body of my man. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Everyone from California to the East Coast sought him out in our corner of the world to have his ink on their skin. I could not be prouder of the reputation he built for himself. But today, right this minute, he was all mine.

He cupped my ass and hoisted me up onto the table. Lucky for us I opted for a short, flowy dress that made getting to the good parts faster.

He slipped a hand under to the front and cupped my mounds. Placing my palms down, I leaned back, forcing my tits high. He knew what I liked and went in, pulling first one plump breast out, then the next.

A finger dragged through my juices. "Mmm," he purred. "Wet? Already?"

Without a word, I leaned forward, flicked his belt buckle open and sighed at the sound of his zipper lowering. "I was reading."

He chuckled. "Another romance?"

I nodded, pouting out a lip. "It made me horny and needy. I had to come right over."

Pressing me back against the table, spread out, he grabbed me by the hips and claimed my slick, eager pussy in one thrust.

I cried out, grateful we were alone.

He pulled out, drove in over and over again as frantic for me as I was for him.

Pressure built in my core with every withdrawal of Diesel's shaft. He palmed my breast and pinched my nipple—hard. I whimpered at the pleasure-pain. "My baby wants to get dirty?"

I nodded.

"Good. After I fill you with my cum, you're going to take my cock and lick it clean."

A wicked smile pulled at my lips. "Naughty. I like it."

I made a wild noise, out of control, and deeply absorbed in my man. He was making me feel so good and taking me to new heights.

"You want my cum in your pussy, don't you, baby?" He pushed deep. Withdrew. Shoved deeper, bumping the utmost point of my body. I clenched around him and loved the deep grunt of approval he gave. I slipped my hand under his shirt and raked my nails down his hard-muscled back.

The vein on his throat stood out and pulsed in time to his heart—to my heart. "Diesel, it's too much!"

"You can take it. And you will." He watched my face as he drove me up the steep slope to my orgasm. I knew better than to look away from him, but I couldn't even if I tried. He was beautiful, and I was losing myself in his dark gaze. His mouth twisted and he stiffened.

The thought of his hot ropes of cum in my pussy sent me sailing over the edge. A wave slammed me, and I screamed his name. Pulsing as his cock buried deep inside me. Then I felt that hot splash of his cum, and I was lost.

I came back to myself when Diesel's cock brushed over my lips. He pushed his fat head between my lips, and I sucked it hungrily, tasting myself mingled with him.

When I stared into his eyes, I saw such affection and the promise of more my heart wanted to explode. A whole life of more and I wanted each day to be filled with this level of desire and love.

"Suck your man's cock, baby. Take all the cum out of it."

I'd been floating in the world, and Diesel had grounded me. Showed me the power of having someone by your side. I no longer felt the pain of rejection from Wolfe. I only felt the warmth for my love for my little growing family. He cradled my head in his hands and guided my mouth down over his thick shaft.

I stared into his eyes with complete trust and love.

Yeah, life was pretty good, fun, exciting and totally unexpected moments like these keep us stronger than ever. From the way his cock swells in my mouth I know round one was just a teaser and well, it's going to be one helluva a lifetime with him.

Thank you for reading Cherrilicious Ink! Keep reading for Wild Cherry, a steamy second chance romance.